Two dollar tips and the lipstick cigarettesGet yourself a job with your fingertipsToo many tickets for the backseat matineeTwo hours later and you're looking for another faceDon't ask for loveDon't ask for pityDon't ask for meWelcome to the city

Four hundred dollars bus a room in the cityWith a whole lot of people and a hole in the ceilingFreeze in the winter, die in the summerSeventeen kids next door without a motherHey, if you see me coming up the stairsPlease don't confuse me with someone who cares

Welcome to the city, I'm glad you made it, babyI'm really

You got some letter, it's a recommendationYour best friend's ex sent a copy to the stationAnd he knows some agent through a distant relationAn inside connection with a map and directionsAh, too bad you cameToo bad you waitedToo bad for youYou're over-educated

Welcome to the city, I'm glad you made it, babyI'm really glad

Don't ask for loveDon't ask for pityDon't ask for meWelcome to the city